Don McLean - homeless brother

Homeless Brother Don McLean Chords originally posted by Juergen Wuest (HiWi CEMP). I just indicated the chords through the whole song and transposed it. Album version: I was [G]walking by the graveyard, [C]late last Friday night, I [E]heard somebody yelling, it[Am] sounded like a fight. It was [F]just a drunken [C]hobo dancing [Am]circles in the [F]night, Pouring [C]whiskey on the [G]headstones [F]in the blue moon[C]light. So [F]often have I [G]wondered where these [C]homeless brothers [Am]go (guitaretab.com)

# #>From his live album `SOLO'. # I was friend. It's hard to be a pack rat, it's hard to be a 'bo, but living's so much harder where the heartless people go. Somewhere the dogs are barking and the children seem to know That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo. And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill, And they see the ragged tatters as another kind of thrill. And they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chill, And they're sad to do their living for some other kin (chordiearchive.chordie.com)

I was friend. It's hard to be a pack rat, it's hard to be a 'bo, but living's so much harder where the heartless people go. Somewhere the dogs are barking and the children seem to know That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo. And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill, And they see the ragged tatters as another kind of thrill. And they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chill, And they're sad to do their living for some other kind of thrill. Smash your bottle on a g (azchords.com)

Homeless Brother Don McLean Chords originally posted by Juergen Wuest (HiWi CEMP). I just indicated the chords through the whole song and transposed it. Album version: I was [G]walking by the graveyard, [C]late last Friday night, I [E]heard somebody yelling, it[Am] sounded like a fight. It was [F]just a drunken [C]hobo dancing [Am]circles in the [F]night, Pouring [C]whiskey on the [G]headstones [F]in the blue moon[C]light. So [F]often have I [G]wondered where these [C]homeless brothers [Am]go (azchords.com)

>From his live album `SOLO'. I was friend. It's hard to be a pack rat, it's hard to be a 'bo, but living's so much harder where the heartless people go. Somewhere the dogs are barking and the children seem to know That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo. And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill, And they see the ragged tatters as another kind of thrill. And they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chill, And they're sad to do their living for some other kind of (guitaretab.com)